Chapter 40 Master Malfoy's Shocking Conspiracy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Even with Cuckoo's big butt, these three little snakes must be paving the way for the next flying lesson.
It's just that it seems that the object has been changed from Harry to Vincent.
Speaking of flying experience, he really had it in his life.
Eric was fine being a father.
At least he taught his son to learn fighting since he was a child, and let him touch everything from airplanes and tanks to daggers and guns.
It's just a memory ball, and it's good to prevent things from happening in advance.
So this premonition that a certain conspiracy was about to be thwarted reached its peak at three o'clock in the afternoon that day.
A large lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.
Draco, who smiled sinisterly, made Vincent, who was opposite him, stare back subconsciously.
"Okay, what are you waiting for?"
Following the order from Ms. Huo Qi with short gray hair, students from both colleges stood next to a broomstick.
She looked around at everyone with eagle-like sharp eyes.
"Hold your right hand over the broom and say 'Get up.'"
"stand up!"
Harry was the first to succeed.
Vincent in the front row looked a little embarrassed.
"Get up and get up—"
The broomstick did not move at all.
Sure enough, Draco on the opposite side made a weird ending.
"Wayne, the way you fail is too eye-catching~hahaha~"
Mrs. Hooch's eagle eyes swept over.
Draco, who still wanted to laugh a little more, shut his mouth.
From this moment on, Vincent realized that things might not be so simple.
The broom at his feet must have been tampered with.
Equally embarrassing was Hermione at the end.
"Get up, get up, get up..."
She yelled for half a minute without panting, but she still couldn't even move the broom.
There must be ghosts in here!
It's okay to be a top student who only studies hard, why can't even a student who is good at sports?
As if she had seen through the truth, she cast her eyes on the little golden retriever who was struggling to hold back her laughter.
She was affected!
There are many ways to make the broomstick automatically come into your hand.
Vincent just happened to know two of them.
Although the silent spell has not been learned yet, the summoning spell was successful once.
He quietly reached into the school robe with his left hand to hold the wand, and then whispered the spell.
"Here come the broom—"
In Draco's ghostly expression, the broken broomstick leapt towards a large hand.
The little witch at the end took the opportunity to quickly pick up the broom with her feet.
Such agility, even Mrs. Hooch, who has a wonderful eyes, failed to notice it.
"This thug still has merit..."
Even if Hermione didn't want to, she had to admit that learning to fight was good.
"Neville, I'm - all right."
Neville next to Vincent had already grasped the broomstick with his right hand.
He didn't maliciously speculate that something was done in the movie, but he took what the twins said deeply.
The huge Hogwarts Castle,
Still using the old model ten years ago,
And it's the kind that doesn't cost money to maintain.
Old Malfoy obviously failed to be a school manager.
Before anyone even grabbed the broom, he had listed the ten deadly sins of the school trustee.
"Look at me seriously, the movements must be standard!"
Ms. Hooch nodded to Vincent.
His posture is very standard, which not only makes him sit more comfortably, but also greatly reduces the probability of being thrown out.
When she looked at Draco, who was in an awkward posture on the other side, her face darkened instantly.
"Keep your legs tight, Mr. Malfoy!"
Vincent, who was holding back his laughter, saw his shyness, and subconsciously pinched his thigh hard.
"Use your hand hard! You can't hold it tight at all like this."
Mrs. Hooch patted Draco's thin arm, "If you don't want to fall, you'd better listen to me."
Let fighter jets eat dust?
All the bullshit that Master Malfoy had just bragged about turned into jokes one by one at this moment.
All the little lions couldn't help but hold back their laughter.
Vincent saw the aggrieved expression on that fair little face, and pinched his thighs to the point of turning blue.
"Ass pouted, remember to take it easy!"
"Pfft—" He finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Someone started, and the little lions all laughed out loud.
Neville, who laughed the most, even burst into tears.
Mrs. Hooch turned her head and looked at Draco who was blushing again, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and put down your airs and do as I said."
There is such a negative example, the postures of the rest of the students are very standard.
"Thank you, Malfoy."
Vincent's sincere thanks, even with Harry's laughter just now, made Draco turn it into hatred.
If you want to embarrass others, it will not work, but the retribution will be on yourself.
But he wasn't discouraged in the slightest.
The broom is held, but it can't fly.
This wave of extreme one-for-one exchange is generally not a loss.
"As soon as I blow the whistle, you have to push your feet, remember to push off the ground hard."
Ms. Hooch, who was holding a whistle, glanced in Draco's direction, "Steady the broom and ascend a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and then fall straight back to the ground."
"Listen to my whistle, three—
two--
one! "
With her whistle remembered, Harry was the first to fly up.
He was a good ten feet off the ground.
"Nice job, Mr. Potter!"
Not long after this sentence was finished, Vincent who cast the levitation spell through the school robe also rose up.
Draco's mouth fell open, and his eyes widened.
He was [-] per cent sure that one of the two broomsticks he had tampered with during lunch was the one slightly shorter than the one Harry was riding.
Not to mention the flying device, even the suspension device must be completely scrapped.
In the eyes of outsiders, Vincent was slightly behind Harry.
However, the real situation is that using the floating spell to support his weight of more than 50 kilograms for a second, he already feels like his body has been hollowed out.
He was about to cancel the floating spell and land on the ground smoothly, but a small explosion suddenly occurred at the end of the broom.
"Thanks--"
Before he could finish cursing, the broom with no branches dragged him straight up.
Twenty feet, fifty feet.
By the time Mrs. Hooch took Neville's broom in her hand, he had already flown hundreds of feet.
"None of you are allowed to move. After you get off the ground, put the brooms back where they were!"
After she finished speaking, she chased after him.
Draco, who had a great life and was overjoyed, was so excited that he threw the broom on the grass on the spot.
Five days, five full days.
Starting from getting on the Hogwarts Express, he finally managed to find his way back at this moment.
"Oh, poor Wayne—"
Draco came to Harry who had just landed with gloating face, "He definitely didn't pay attention to what Madam Hooch said.
I hope breaking a bone or two can make him remember this lesson well.
What do you think, Potter? "
"Vincent didn't miss it!" Hermione who didn't fly ran over angrily.
"Malfoy, I know you tampered with his broom!"
She raised her broom high, "This is evidence, mine is also bad!"
……
……
It's just that it seems that the object has been changed from Harry to Vincent.
Speaking of flying experience, he really had it in his life.
Eric was fine being a father.
At least he taught his son to learn fighting since he was a child, and let him touch everything from airplanes and tanks to daggers and guns.
It's just a memory ball, and it's good to prevent things from happening in advance.
So this premonition that a certain conspiracy was about to be thwarted reached its peak at three o'clock in the afternoon that day.
A large lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.
Draco, who smiled sinisterly, made Vincent, who was opposite him, stare back subconsciously.
"Okay, what are you waiting for?"
Following the order from Ms. Huo Qi with short gray hair, students from both colleges stood next to a broomstick.
She looked around at everyone with eagle-like sharp eyes.
"Hold your right hand over the broom and say 'Get up.'"
"stand up!"
Harry was the first to succeed.
Vincent in the front row looked a little embarrassed.
"Get up and get up—"
The broomstick did not move at all.
Sure enough, Draco on the opposite side made a weird ending.
"Wayne, the way you fail is too eye-catching~hahaha~"
Mrs. Hooch's eagle eyes swept over.
Draco, who still wanted to laugh a little more, shut his mouth.
From this moment on, Vincent realized that things might not be so simple.
The broom at his feet must have been tampered with.
Equally embarrassing was Hermione at the end.
"Get up, get up, get up..."
She yelled for half a minute without panting, but she still couldn't even move the broom.
There must be ghosts in here!
It's okay to be a top student who only studies hard, why can't even a student who is good at sports?
As if she had seen through the truth, she cast her eyes on the little golden retriever who was struggling to hold back her laughter.
She was affected!
There are many ways to make the broomstick automatically come into your hand.
Vincent just happened to know two of them.
Although the silent spell has not been learned yet, the summoning spell was successful once.
He quietly reached into the school robe with his left hand to hold the wand, and then whispered the spell.
"Here come the broom—"
In Draco's ghostly expression, the broken broomstick leapt towards a large hand.
The little witch at the end took the opportunity to quickly pick up the broom with her feet.
Such agility, even Mrs. Hooch, who has a wonderful eyes, failed to notice it.
"This thug still has merit..."
Even if Hermione didn't want to, she had to admit that learning to fight was good.
"Neville, I'm - all right."
Neville next to Vincent had already grasped the broomstick with his right hand.
He didn't maliciously speculate that something was done in the movie, but he took what the twins said deeply.
The huge Hogwarts Castle,
Still using the old model ten years ago,
And it's the kind that doesn't cost money to maintain.
Old Malfoy obviously failed to be a school manager.
Before anyone even grabbed the broom, he had listed the ten deadly sins of the school trustee.
"Look at me seriously, the movements must be standard!"
Ms. Hooch nodded to Vincent.
His posture is very standard, which not only makes him sit more comfortably, but also greatly reduces the probability of being thrown out.
When she looked at Draco, who was in an awkward posture on the other side, her face darkened instantly.
"Keep your legs tight, Mr. Malfoy!"
Vincent, who was holding back his laughter, saw his shyness, and subconsciously pinched his thigh hard.
"Use your hand hard! You can't hold it tight at all like this."
Mrs. Hooch patted Draco's thin arm, "If you don't want to fall, you'd better listen to me."
Let fighter jets eat dust?
All the bullshit that Master Malfoy had just bragged about turned into jokes one by one at this moment.
All the little lions couldn't help but hold back their laughter.
Vincent saw the aggrieved expression on that fair little face, and pinched his thighs to the point of turning blue.
"Ass pouted, remember to take it easy!"
"Pfft—" He finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Someone started, and the little lions all laughed out loud.
Neville, who laughed the most, even burst into tears.
Mrs. Hooch turned her head and looked at Draco who was blushing again, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and put down your airs and do as I said."
There is such a negative example, the postures of the rest of the students are very standard.
"Thank you, Malfoy."
Vincent's sincere thanks, even with Harry's laughter just now, made Draco turn it into hatred.
If you want to embarrass others, it will not work, but the retribution will be on yourself.
But he wasn't discouraged in the slightest.
The broom is held, but it can't fly.
This wave of extreme one-for-one exchange is generally not a loss.
"As soon as I blow the whistle, you have to push your feet, remember to push off the ground hard."
Ms. Hooch, who was holding a whistle, glanced in Draco's direction, "Steady the broom and ascend a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and then fall straight back to the ground."
"Listen to my whistle, three—
two--
one! "
With her whistle remembered, Harry was the first to fly up.
He was a good ten feet off the ground.
"Nice job, Mr. Potter!"
Not long after this sentence was finished, Vincent who cast the levitation spell through the school robe also rose up.
Draco's mouth fell open, and his eyes widened.
He was [-] per cent sure that one of the two broomsticks he had tampered with during lunch was the one slightly shorter than the one Harry was riding.
Not to mention the flying device, even the suspension device must be completely scrapped.
In the eyes of outsiders, Vincent was slightly behind Harry.
However, the real situation is that using the floating spell to support his weight of more than 50 kilograms for a second, he already feels like his body has been hollowed out.
He was about to cancel the floating spell and land on the ground smoothly, but a small explosion suddenly occurred at the end of the broom.
"Thanks--"
Before he could finish cursing, the broom with no branches dragged him straight up.
Twenty feet, fifty feet.
By the time Mrs. Hooch took Neville's broom in her hand, he had already flown hundreds of feet.
"None of you are allowed to move. After you get off the ground, put the brooms back where they were!"
After she finished speaking, she chased after him.
Draco, who had a great life and was overjoyed, was so excited that he threw the broom on the grass on the spot.
Five days, five full days.
Starting from getting on the Hogwarts Express, he finally managed to find his way back at this moment.
"Oh, poor Wayne—"
Draco came to Harry who had just landed with gloating face, "He definitely didn't pay attention to what Madam Hooch said.
I hope breaking a bone or two can make him remember this lesson well.
What do you think, Potter? "
"Vincent didn't miss it!" Hermione who didn't fly ran over angrily.
"Malfoy, I know you tampered with his broom!"
She raised her broom high, "This is evidence, mine is also bad!"
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